The thought at 1 AM...

               Staring at your stained face
               I never knew a story would end
              And now you're the thought at 1 AM
              Which I can't erase.
              Doesn't rhyme, does it?
              But that's my point! 

              Never am I gonna turn back now
              Coz you're the past that I wanna forget
              But now you're the thought at 1 AM
              Which I just can't erase.
              Doesn't rhyme, does it?
              But that's my point!

             Oh boy you're like an addiction
             Crawling and spreading deep down in my skin
             Injecting your drug into my veins
             The poison of the bitter-sweet forbidden fruit
             And the thought at 1 AM
             Which I just can't erase!!

             Some poems are not meant to rhyme baby
             Just like some people are better off without each other
             And maybe if you were never a part of my life
             I would have slept throughout the night
            And not have you as the thought at 1 AM
            That I just can't erase.

            And now you're the thought at 1 AM
            That I just can't erase.
            Just can't erase...
-Nidhi Paralikar


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